Lin Jiuyuan, the last true disciple of Taoism, was kicked down the mountain by his stingy master with only two packs of "Devil's Spicy" in his pocket!
On the first day of setting up a stall in a village in the city, he pointed at the arrogant second-generation rich man and said, "You will lose your fortune in three days, and you will be covered in blood!" As a result, that night, his million-dollar luxury car was turned into scrap metal, and he cried for help.
Nibbling on the spicy sticks, Daochang Lin didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "One hexagram means a thousand, Feng Shui will be calculated separately, first! Pay! The money!"
Try sleeping in a haunted house? His colleague peed his pants. He stared at the compass and frowned: "The pattern gathers yin and attracts evil, so we have to spend more money to reinstall it!"
The rich man kneels down and begs to change his life? He counted with his fingers and said something shocking: "The soul-suppressing nails were inserted into your ancestral grave!"
When he dug it open, he found that what was carved on the nail... Was actually his master's Taoist name? !
When the top aristocratic families offered him billions in remuneration, when the Taoist masters respected him as their leader, and when they were their confidante... Ahem, Lin Jiuyuan looked at the remaining half of the spicy strip and fell into deep thought:
"Tsk, it's really hard to lead rich people this year, and they are really spicy. But... Master, are you playing a bit too hard in this game?"
